A thousand forms of Mary
A few years ago, when I was researching a story
in Veracruz, Mexico, the proprietor of a small cantina and I struck up a
conversation. When talk turned to religion, Señor Gonzalez shyly asked if I
would like to see one of his most highly prized treasures. He led me to the
upstairs banquet room, where an errant barbeque had left a smoke stain on the
wall.